c0ntrast - hazard payback lyrics
verse 1
cold, hard, unforgiving surfaces
the type of work that makes a person question what their purpose is
i’m lurking in the furnaces of h+ll, forgive the smell
of burning flesh; concerning? yes, but what, pray tell
would you have me do instead? “go back to school,” they said
as if i could balance that with the need to stay fed
i’ve barely got the discipline to habitually get to bed
so i’m not trying to take on a mountain range of debt
where benefit of the doubt is only given by the naive
and leading by example’s just a map that leads to madness
old timers walk with heads down looking utterly defeated
existing only as a warning, please don’t let them go unheeded
yet the loop in which you spend your weekends keeps getting repeated
as recovery from humbly doing what they claim is needed
sh+t, one of these days, i’ll burn this place down to the ground
til then, i’m lying to myself: “it’s good enough for now”
sample
“when i clap my hands twice, you will wake up. do you understand?”
“yes.”
“so, tell me about your week.”
verse 2
lacerate the master’s face for lack of hazard pay
plus the way they agitate, i swear i’m gonna make them b+st+rds pay
sleeper agent activates to grab the shank and stab his way
into a new era where them sons of b+tches’ cash don’t weigh
half the weight of globe on shoulders that it used to
and things that once soothed you are fully future+proof
these f+ckers screwed the pooch but every dog has its day
i’m about to use this leash as noose for dudes who kept us trapped in chains
to h+ll with what the boomers do and motherf+ck the magistrate
they set the world on fire then left their offspring all the ashes + great!
good luck getting that aftertaste washed off your kids’ apoca+lips
guess father time’s a deadbeat and mother nature’s a toxic b+tch (“what else do you think about?”)
if you think it’s all gone to sh+t it just means you’re getting old (“married… with children”)
in the crease of maudlin+on+lackadaisy centerfold (“you think about your family?”)
i watch it all with the volume down, f+cking christina applegate (“i just turn down the volume and think about f+cking christina applegate.)
make her assh0l+ gape, congratulations on the accolade
(+clap clap+)
verse 3
hear our hero hollering? he’s down to zero+tolerance
and limping, it’s a symptom of the way the workweek slaughtered him
saints with hearts of sin let satanists come marching in
now a martyr for mass marketing, what a f+cking bargain, b+tch!
crammed into a locker that the upper+classes farted in
i’m targeting them charlatans as vengeance for these starving kids
a pirate on that “argh” sh+t with plans that are non+partisan
impartial to your party, here to show you what a farce it is
imparting them with anarchist philosophy and marxism
rue the day, i’m barking at narcissists for the harm they did
set flames to propaganda, dump the ashes in a garbage bin
shed the fear the deeper that we peer into the hearts of men
spark engine on a tank and the white house is where i’m parking it
no regard for anything but what their profit margin is?
we’ll toss them in the water laced with +rs+nic that sharks swim in
snooze on alarm, reset that nightmare, then we start again
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